Dingjiangshan

Behind the royal tent, about half a cup of tea away, stands a dusty tent on the edge of the hunting ground. There are two stoves on the left and right of the door of the tent. There are red-hot charcoal fires in the stove, and water is boiling.

This is Ning Yan's own small kitchen, and the tea and water for daily service are all served here, which is much more convenient than bringing them from the dining room.

The little waiter who was ordered by Ning Yan to make tea earlier plunged his head into the tent, but made trouble with the cupboard full of tea.

He didn't serve Ning Yan often, so he didn't know his preferences. Ning Yan only said to make tea, but he didn't say what he wanted to drink. There are at least a dozen kinds of good tea in this cupboard. Tea box, I really dare not make a claim.

He thought to himself that it would be fine to make a cup casually on a normal day, but the drunk Ning Yan was obviously not very comfortable, and if he had to run an errand, he might be punished.

The waiter is only twelve or thirteen years old, not very old, and has always followed the subjective orders of his superiors to do things. The first time he received an errand, it was so difficult. Ask all the gods you can think of in your mind.

Just when he wanted to go to the doctor in a hurry to ask the chef who made Baian dim sum, he saw the curtain outside the curtain moved, and someone came in from the door.

The little waiter's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly poked his head to look at the door, wanting to see who was coming in.

Maybe God really sent him a useful savior because of what he had in his heart. The one who entered the door was a young girl, dressed in brightly colored maid costumes, who was Linglong who was serving in front of Ning Yan.

Linglong walked in familiarly, but saw an unfamiliar waiter standing in front of Ning Yan's exclusive tea cabinet, she couldn't help being stunned, and asked, "Which family are you serving?"

"Sister Linglong." Of course the little servant knew her, and hurriedly walked up to salute her with a smile, and said, "May I ask, sister Linglong, do you know which type of tea Your Majesty often drinks?"

Linglong glanced at him up and down, and asked softly: "Your Majesty likes several kinds of tea, the specific one depends on your Majesty's mood - why are you asking this?"

The waiter was anxious and afraid that the job would not be done well, seeing Linglong at this time was like seeing a savior, Linglong answered whatever she asked.

"Your Majesty got drunk and felt dizzy and uncomfortable. He said he wanted to make a cup of tea to refresh himself." The waiter said with a bitter face, "But——"

Linglong understood, she smiled gently, patted the little waiter's head, and said, "That's to drink Biluochun... well, you don't have to worry about it, I'll just do it."

The little maid hurriedly thanked Linglong as if she had been pardoned, and praised Linglong several times.

Linglong pursed her lips and giggled, then patted the little servant on the head, staggered away from him, and swiftly took out a small compartment from the second floor of the tea cabinet.

She took out the tea box inside and put it on the small table beside her. She was about to make tea when she remembered something and glanced at the little waiter.

Seeing that his hands were empty, Linglong couldn't help but wondered: "Since we are going to make tea, what about the teacup Your Majesty used, where did you take it out?"

Ning Yan has always liked a set of white porcelain tea set with strokes. The patterns on the tea set are very peculiar. They are not the common plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, but willow branches.

A soft solitary willow winds up from the side of the teacup, interspersed with a few young leaves falling on the edge of the bowl, and the roots are collected between the teacup and the tea tray, which looks very elegant.

This tea set originally had two cups, but Ning Yan accidentally broke one last summer, now there is only one.

And this teacup named "Chun Yi Nao" was lying torn apart on the ground of the imperial tent at this time, the cold tea in it was spilled all over the floor, and the tender tips of the tea leaves stuck to several large pieces of broken porcelain in embarrassment. Because it has been soaked for too long, it looks a little curly and yellow.

The imperial tent was astonishingly quiet, the cuff of Ning Huaijin's right hand was wet a lot because he accidentally brought over the tea cup just now, and now it was slowly dripping water.

He stood silently two steps away from the couch, his eyes seemed to be on the broken teacup on the ground, and he didn't seem to be looking at anything.

Ning Yan was awakened for a moment by the sound of the teacup breaking, but when he saw that it was really Ning Huaijin in front of him, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he was half awake from the wine in an instant.

Ning Yan was drunk, but not stupid. He clearly remembered what happened in the "dream" just now, and also remembered what he said and did to Ning Huaijin because he couldn't distinguish the reality of the dream.

——Audacious and extremely shameless.

His heart was pounding, he panicked so badly that even his hands and feet felt weak.

Ning Yan had ulterior motives for Ning Huaijin, and he had always regarded Ning Huaijin as the one he needed—but he never wanted to take this matter under such unprepared circumstances. Pick it up.

Not to mention the identities of monarchs, ministers, uncles and nephews between the two of them, just the identity of a broken sleeve can bring endless hidden dangers.

The heirs of the emperor, the stability of the court, and even the people's views on the emperor, his and Ning Huaijin's posthumous names after a hundred years-it's not that Ning Yan has never thought about these things. From the moment he decided to let his thoughts go, he I think about it every day.

Ning Yan originally planned to intrude into Ning Huaijin's life silently, while taking care of these things one by one, and wait until all the dust settles, and then have a showdown with Ning Huaijin.If this is the case, even if Ning Huaijin still feels that she is ridiculous, she can at least see her sincerity.If you want to go further in the future, it will be a matter of course.

But no matter what, it's definitely not like this. Before everything started, he tore the matter open, poured out the dirty thoughts inside, and spread it carelessly in front of Ning Huaijin.

Ning Yan slowly supported the bed and sat up. Looking at Ning Huaijin's expression, a layer of cold sweat broke out from his palms.

Ning Huaijin was silent for a while, and never looked at Ning Yan. She lowered her eyes and said in a calm voice, "Your Majesty is drunk, and it is not the minister who persuaded you to drink tonight. As for the jar of wine that the minister brewed, if your majesty wants it, you can wait until it's back." Beijing, I asked someone to come out and send it to the palace, Your Majesty doesn't have to think about it like this."

"Have you brewed wine?" Ning Yan asked suddenly.

Ning Huaijin was taken aback, not understanding why he cared so much about this sentence, glanced at his expression, frowned and said, "Yes."

Ning Yanjiu was half awake, but her head still hurt.The candles in the tent were flickering, Ning Huaijin's figure was indistinct in the halo, and the warm light drew a bright edge along his side. Ning Yan felt dizzy after watching for a while. He lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brows. But there was only one thought - Ning Huaijin also brewed wine, just like his dream three years ago.

Maybe it's because he's not fully awake, or maybe the Ning family is a single-blooded tendon. Ning Yan's rationality is clearly clamoring for him to stop this topic and try to make up for it, but his emotions have already gone out of control. one direction.

——Maybe this is a sign from the heavens, Ning Yan thought vaguely.

Just like Ning Huaijin clearly knew his intentions now, but she didn't leave in a rage, she just wanted to bring up this topic silently, and didn't even reprimand him a few words.

This thought lingered in his mind, together with Ning Huaijin's silence, to the point that Ning Yan forcibly tore out a glimmer of illusory hope.

So he didn't follow Ning Huaijin's words to cover up the peace, but "boldly" sat up from the bed, raised his head and looked at Ning Huaijin.

"Uncle Emperor..." Ning Yan spoke vaguely, but stopped again. He paused for a moment, and changed his address: "Huaijin."

To say these two words in reality is much more difficult than in dreams.Ning Yan called with difficulty and bluntly, and also kept his tone light and soft, so that he could barely muster up some courage from the interval of flustered guilty conscience, and say these two words.

Ning Huaijin really didn't expect that, instead of feeling guilty and ashamed, Ning Yan actually had the intention of explaining such a scandal!

Ning Huaijin's barely maintained expression finally cracked, he gritted his teeth, took a step back in front of Ning Yan, bent his knees, and knelt down straight towards him.

Ning Yan's face changed slightly.

"Your Majesty." Ning Huaijin said, "Forgive me for speaking bluntly...you should call me Emperor Uncle."

Ning Huaijin is different from Jiang Xiaohan, Jiang Xiaohan usually looks easy to talk, but in fact he is the most upright in his heart, his eyes are very sharp, as long as his face is slightly cold, he can scare these skinny children.

And Ning Huaijin didn't seem to be close, but she was actually the least fussy person.No matter how cold the appearance looks, the eyes are always warm.In these years, if there was any disagreement with Ning Yan, he would always give in more.

But now, although Ning Huaijin's expression was calm and even his voice was flat, Ning Yan clearly saw in him an undeniable determination.

At this moment, Ning Yanfu felt in his heart, and suddenly realized that he had done something wrong.

He shouldn't just play tricks and pretend to be a child.

He liked Ning Huaijin, liked him, and wanted to break down all the barriers between the two of them step by step, and stand side by side with him... instead of letting Ning Huaijin treat him like a child for the rest of his life.

Although he gained Ning Huaijin's closeness, pampering, love, and pampering because of this, he wanted them as a "nephew" instead of Ning Huaijin giving him "Ning Yan".

Ning Yan finally encountered his first hurdle since becoming emperor—he miscalculated his ability, so that he took the wrong path, and now he has to swallow the bitter fruit.

If Ning Yan is willing to guard the distinction between uncle and nephew, then he can still get Ning Huaijin's pampering and pampering, even if he "does something wrong unintentionally", Ning Huaijin is still willing to teach him and forgive him.

But if he doesn't want this identity, he doesn't need the "privilege" of being a nephew.

This is a question of choice, it depends on how he chooses.

Ning Yan didn't speak, her heart was cold.Because he didn't want to take back what he said and did like a coward at all, and then kept a calm face with Ning Huaijin with different thoughts.

The aftertaste of drunkenness ignited the little anger in his heart, which overwhelmed the fluster that should have been in an instant.

——Is my liking so shameful? Ning Yan thought, does Ning Huaijin think it's too dirty to even talk about it.

A young man has a strong personality and is always a bit stubborn in black and white. If Ning Huaijin was furious, or flatly refused, I am afraid that Ning Yan would not be so paranoid.But now he seems to be provoked by Ning Huaijin's evasion, and he wants to tear this matter open for others to see.

"Since the emperor's uncle already knows, then I won't hide it." Ning Yan's hands under the sleeves of his wide robe were already tightly clenched, but his face was completely indifferent, and he was even light-hearted. She smiled lightly and said, "My sweetheart is the emperor's uncle."

Ning Huaijin was silent for a moment, looked up at Ning Yan, and asked, "What did your Majesty say?"

Ning Yan gritted his teeth, hardened his heart and changed his name, and said angrily: "I said that I am happy——"

He was halfway through the sentence, but couldn't continue.

Ning Yan looked at Ning Huaijin's expression of resigning himself to death, and suddenly understood the meaning of his expression—either Ning Huaijin didn't hear clearly, or he couldn't believe it, he just... just waited for Ning Yan to say this sentence by himself. Take it back.

It's just saving Ning Yan's last face.